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 **Chapter 1: The End of the Web** 

#### **Peter Parker at 50** 

The clock ticked softly in Peter Parker's office at New York University. Papers lay scattered across the desk, along with textbooks and drafts of his students' research projects. His hands rested on his temples as he leaned over a genetics paper, but his mind wandered far from his work. 

He wasn't Professor Parker in his thoughts. He was Spider-Man, reliving flashes of battles long past: his first clash with the Green Goblin, the relentless siege of Doctor Octopus, and the hauntingly personal duel with Venom. They all played out like echoes in his mind, specters of a life he had put behind him. 

On the corner of his desk, a framed photo drew his eye: him and Mary Jane Watson on their wedding day. Her radiant smile was frozen in time, as was the hope in his younger self's expression. He smiled faintly, but it didn't last. They had loved each other deeply, but the weight of his double life, his constant absences, and the looming danger had eroded their bond. Now, she lived in California, far from New York and further from him. 

Peter ran a hand through his graying hair, his knee aching as he shifted in his seat. He had aged out of heroics long ago, leaving Spider-Man behind in favor of a quieter life. Yet, the Parker Luck had a way of reminding him that peace was never permanent. 

---

#### **A Message from Mayday** 

The shrill ding of his phone pulled Peter from his reverie. He glanced at the screen, expecting a reminder for an upcoming lecture. Instead, it was a message from Mayday. 

*Dad, I need your help. It's serious.* 

Peter stared at the words for a long moment, his heart sinking. Mayday was Spider-Girl now, fully capable and fiercely independent. She rarely called for assistance, let alone used the word "serious." 

His fingers tightened around the phone. This wasn't a simple favor. His daughter wouldn't reach out unless she was desperate. 

"Not again," Peter muttered under his breath. 

His instincts told him what he didn't want to admit: the shadows of his past were creeping back into his life. Without hesitation, Peter pushed himself up from his chair, ignoring the creak of his knees. 

---

#### **The Battlefield of the Web** 

The multiverse was unraveling. Peter swung through dimensions alongside a kaleidoscope of Spider-Totems—Spider-Men, Spider-Women, Spider-Creatures—all converging on the central battleground: a realm caught between existence and nothingness. 

Morlun and the Inheritors were unlike any foe Peter had ever faced. Ancient, predatory beings that fed on the life force of Spider-Totems, they were predators of the Web of Life and Destiny, consuming its anchors one by one. 

Morlun stood at the heart of the chaos, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, hungry light. His presence was suffocating, his strength unmatched. Around him, Spider-Totems fell one after another. 

Peter landed beside Mayday, his heart pounding. "Stay close to me," he said, webbing down a falling beam as the ground shook beneath them. 

"Dad, I can handle this," Mayday shot back, her voice tinged with frustration. 

"No arguments," Peter said, his voice stern. "This isn't a fight we win by being brave. It's one we win by being smart." 

Above them, Spider-Ham darted through the air, hurling quips and pies as he distracted two Inheritors. Spider-Man Noir fired a burst of web bullets, keeping another at bay. Superior Spider-Man—a version of himself with Otto Octavius's mind—barked commands, trying to coordinate the chaos. 

But it wasn't enough. 

---

#### **Morlun's Onslaught** 

Morlun moved with terrifying precision. One moment he was stalking across the battlefield, the next he was lunging at a Spider-Totem. He tore through their defenses with ease, draining their essence in a horrifying burst of light. Each death made him stronger. 

Peter tried to keep his focus, but the sight of his allies falling around him was too much. He had fought Morlun before, and the scars of that battle still lingered in his mind. This time, Morlun was stronger. 

"Peter Parker," Morlun called out, his deep voice cutting through the din of battle. "I remember the taste of your life force. It was exquisite. I look forward to feasting on it again." 

"You'll go hungry today," Peter snapped, firing a web at Morlun's face. 

The Inheritor ripped it away effortlessly, smirking. "You cannot stop me. None of you can." 

Mayday leapt into action, her movements quick and calculated. She landed a solid kick against Morlun's side, but he barely flinched. Instead, he grabbed her by the arm, his grip like a vice. 

"NO!" Peter shouted, launching himself at Morlun. He struck with all his strength, but Morlun swatted him away like an insect. 

---

#### **The Fall of Mayday** 

Peter struggled to his feet, his vision blurred. He watched in horror as Morlun tightened his grip on Mayday, draining her essence. Her screams cut through him like a blade. 

"DAD!" she cried, her voice fading as her body went limp. 

Peter's world shattered. "MAYDAY!" he roared, lunging forward, but it was too late. Her lifeless body crumpled to the ground. 

Grief turned to rage. Peter's fists clenched, his body trembling. Around him, the battlefield was in ruins. The Spider-Totems were all but gone. 

He was alone. 

---

#### **A Desperate Gamble** 

Peter wiped blood from his face, forcing himself to his feet. His legs screamed in protest, but he pushed forward. He webbed Mayday's body to safety, his heart breaking as he turned his back on her. 

"If we're going to die," Peter muttered, his voice low and venomous, "then I'm taking you with me." 

With his remaining strength, Peter webbed Morlun to himself, pulling out a small device he had rigged earlier—a chemical bomb designed to overload Morlun's regenerative abilities. 

"What are you doing, Parker?" Morlun growled, struggling against the webs. 

Peter smirked through his pain. "Ending this." 

The explosion was blinding, tearing through the battlefield. Peter felt the heat, the pain, the weightlessness as his body was thrown into the void. 

---

#### **The Void and the Offer** 

When Peter opened his eyes, he was floating in darkness. The remnants of the Web of Life surrounded him, shimmering faintly. 

The Great Weaver appeared, its massive, ethereal form glowing in the void. 

"The Web is unraveling," it said. "Without Spider-Totems, all realities will collapse." 

Peter clenched his fists, his voice hoarse. "I failed. I couldn't save them." 

"You have been chosen, Peter Parker," the Weaver continued. "You are being offered a second chance. A chance to save them all." 

Before Peter could respond, a deep, commanding voice echoed around him. 

"You will have the resources you need," it said. "But beware, the burden is heavier than you can imagine. As You never used the power we gave you at full potential so this time you'll get our powers only after you have proved yourself worthy for that" 

Light enveloped Peter, memories flooding his mind—visions of Supreme Spider-Man, Ultimate Spider-Man, MCU Spider-Man, Amazing Spider-Man. Their lives, their lessons, their strength. 

And then, he was falling. 

---

#### **A New Beginning** 

Peter gasped as he opened his eyes. The smell of fresh pancakes filled the air, and the sound of laughter echoed from the kitchen. 

He was six years old again. Aunt May and Uncle Ben were alive. 

Peter's heart swelled with determination. This time, he wouldn't wait to take responsibility. This time, he would save them all. 

Chapter 2: A second chance or

The first thing Peter Parker noticed upon waking was the soft, inviting scent of pancakes. It drifted through the air, carried on the quiet hum of a radio playing in the kitchen. He blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to reconcile the warmth and familiarity with the chaos and death he had just left behind. 

His hands were small—tiny, even—and when he swung his legs over the side of the bed, they didn't quite reach the floor. He froze, staring down at his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he realized what had happened. 

"I'm... I'm a kid again," he whispered, his voice high-pitched and trembling. 

Memories surged forward like a flood. Morlun. Mayday. The Web unraveling. The Great Weaver's voice promising him a second chance. The grief of losing his daughter was still fresh, raw and agonizing, even as he sat in this impossibly familiar room. 

He turned his head slowly, taking in the space around him. The walls were adorned with faded wallpaper, the furniture modest but welcoming. He was home—not his apartment in Queens, but the old Parker house. 

*Ben and May's house.* 

---

#### **Seeing Uncle Ben Again** 

Peter hesitated at the bedroom door. His small hand hovered over the doorknob, his chest tight with emotions he couldn't name. Finally, he forced himself to push it open. 

The sight hit him like a freight train. 

"Morning, kiddo!" Uncle Ben's voice boomed cheerfully as he flipped a pancake onto a plate. His hair was graying at the temples, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but his smile was as warm and unchanging as Peter remembered. 

Peter froze in place, his breath catching. 

"Peter? You okay, champ?" Ben asked, concern creeping into his tone. 

The boy didn't respond. He simply stared, the weight of fifty years' worth of memories pressing down on him. This man—this kind, selfless man—had been his rock, his guiding star. And Peter had failed him. He had let him die. 

"Earth to Peter?" Uncle Ben waved a spatula in front of him, chuckling softly. 

Peter rushed forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Ben's waist. He buried his face in his uncle's shirt, his small frame trembling. 

"Whoa, hey, buddy," Ben said, startled but smiling. He patted Peter's back. "What's this for?" 

Peter didn't answer. His emotions were too raw, his throat too tight to speak. 

---

#### **Reunion with Aunt May** 

Aunt May appeared moments later, her voice carrying the soft warmth of someone who had seen a lifetime of struggles and still found reasons to smile. 

"Is that my little man giving hugs before breakfast?" she teased, setting down a glass of orange juice. 

Peter looked up, his eyes wide and filled with tears he refused to shed. Aunt May had aged so much in his original timeline—her hair had gone fully gray, her body frail. But here she was, vibrant and full of life. 

"You okay, sweetie?" she asked, brushing his hair back with a motherly hand. 

Peter nodded quickly, forcing himself to smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, Aunt May." 

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she let it go. "Well, come sit. Breakfast is getting cold." 

---

#### **Memories of His Parents** 

As Peter ate, his mind wandered to his parents—Richard and Mary Parker. They had left him here with Ben and May when he was just six years old, promising to return soon. 

*They didn't come back.* 

Peter knew why. Their deaths weren't accidents. The airplane crash had been orchestrated by Hydra. In his original timeline, he had learned the truth too late to do anything about it. 

This time would be different. 

"I'll make them pay," Peter thought, gripping his fork tightly. His knuckles turned white, but he quickly relaxed his hand when Aunt May gave him a curious look. 

The radio's cheerful music faded, replaced by the somber voice of a news anchor. 

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring breaking news: a plane carrying prominent scientists Richard and Mary Parker has crashed just outside of Cairo. There are no survivors." 

The words hit Peter like a blow to the chest. 

---

#### **Processing the News** 

Aunt May gasped softly, her hand flying to her mouth. Uncle Ben set his fork down, his expression falling into one of quiet sadness. 

"Oh, Peter..." May whispered, reaching for him. 

Peter sat motionless. His small hands rested on the table, his expression eerily calm. The turmoil raging inside him didn't show on his face. He had cried for them once before—when he was a child. Now, with decades of experience and grief behind him, he felt nothing but cold determination. 

"Are you okay, buddy?" Ben asked gently. 

Peter nodded, his voice steady. "Yeah. I'm fine." 

May's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Sweetheart, it's okay to cry. You don't have to be strong." 

"I know," Peter replied, forcing a small smile. "But I'm okay, Aunt May. Really." 

---

#### **A Private Conversation with Uncle Ben** 

Later that evening, after the dishes were done and the house had quieted, Peter found himself sitting with Uncle Ben on the front porch. The summer air was warm, the sound of crickets filling the silence between them. 

"You sure you're okay, Pete?" Ben asked, lighting his pipe. His tone was soft but insistent. 

Peter hesitated. How could he explain the storm of emotions inside him? The mind of a fifty-year-old man trapped in the body of a child? The weight of future knowledge he couldn't share? 

"I miss them," Peter said finally, staring at his hands. It wasn't a lie. 

Ben nodded solemnly. "I know, kiddo. And it's okay to miss them. It's okay to hurt." 

Peter looked up, his small face set in an expression far too serious for a child. "Do you think they were good people?" 

"Your parents?" Ben asked, surprised. "Of course they were. They loved you more than anything, Peter. That's why they worked so hard—to make the world a better place." 

Peter swallowed hard. He wanted to believe that. But he also knew the darker truths about his parents' involvement with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. 

"I'll make sure their work wasn't for nothing," Peter thought, his resolve hardening. 

---

#### **Aunt May's Comfort** 

Later that night, Aunt May tucked Peter into bed. Her gentle hands smoothed the blanket over him, and she leaned down to kiss his forehead. 

"I know this is a lot for you, sweetheart," she said softly. "But you're not alone. Ben and I are here for you, always." 

Peter's throat tightened. For a moment, he let himself feel like the child he appeared to be, safe and loved in the arms of the people who had raised him. 

"Thank you, Aunt May," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. 

She smiled, brushing his hair back. "Goodnight, Peter. Sweet dreams." 

As she left the room, Peter stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. 

---

#### **Planning for the Future** 

Peter's thoughts turned to the long road ahead. He knew too much—about Hydra, about A.I.M., about Oscorp and countless other threats. The knowledge was both a blessing and a curse. He couldn't share it with anyone, not even the people he loved most. 

But he could prepare. 

He would study, innovate, and build the tools he needed to fight back. He would rise before Hydra and A.I.M. could grow too powerful. He would ensure that the tragedies he had witnessed never happened. 

His parents' deaths, Mayday's death, Ben's death—they were all threads in a tapestry he intended to rewrite. 

"This time, I'll do it right," Peter whispered into the darkness. "No more waiting. No more mistakes." 

And with that vow, he closed his eyes, already planning the first steps of his new life.

Chapter 3: A genius plan

Peter walked through the school gates, his small backpack slung over his shoulders. The sight of the red brick building stirred memories he'd long since buried—days of quiet lunches, awkward conversations, and the stinging humiliation of being the class nerd. 

This time, he wasn't just a nerd. He was a man—an older, sharper version of Peter Parker—living through the mundane trials of childhood again. And though he didn't have his powers yet, his mind was his greatest weapon. 

As he stepped into the buzzing halls of Midtown Elementary, Peter resolved that this second chance would be different. He would rise above the bullying and loneliness, all while laying the groundwork for a future where he wouldn't just survive—he'd thrive. 

---

#### **Flash Thompson: The Bully** 

It didn't take long for trouble to find Peter. 

"Hey, Parker!" Flash Thompson's loud voice echoed through the hallway, followed by the sound of laughter from his entourage. 

Peter sighed. Even at seven years old, Flash was every bit the loud-mouthed bully he remembered from his first childhood. 

Flash smirked as he blocked Peter's path. "What's in the bag, Parker? More nerd stuff?" 

Peter's grip tightened on the strap of his backpack, but he kept his expression neutral. He'd spent decades dealing with men far worse than Flash; this kid was barely a blip on his radar. 

"Just my school supplies, Flash," Peter said evenly. 

Flash snatched at Peter's bag, but Peter twisted out of reach with ease. 

"Ooh, look at the nerd dodging like a squirrel!" Flash jeered, but before he could press further, the teacher's voice rang out. 

"Flash Thompson! Leave him alone!" 

Flash scowled but backed off, muttering under his breath. Peter let out a quiet sigh of relief. 

---

#### **Meeting Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy** 

At recess, Peter found himself sitting alone under a tree, sketching out ideas for a software program in his notebook. The clamor of other kids playing dodgeball and tag filled the air, but he barely noticed. 

"Hey, Parker, right?" 

Peter looked up to see a boy with neatly combed blond hair and a confident smile. Harry Osborn. 

"Yeah," Peter replied cautiously. 

"I'm Harry," the boy said, sitting down uninvited. "You don't look like you're into all this recess stuff. What are you working on?" 

"Just some ideas for... a project," Peter said vaguely, closing his notebook. He knew Harry's father, Norman Osborn, was a man he couldn't trust, and that wariness extended to his son. 

Before Harry could press further, another voice chimed in. 

"Harry, leave him alone. Can't you see he's busy?" 

Peter turned to see Gwen Stacy standing nearby, her hands on her hips. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. 

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not bothering him, Gwen." 

Gwen ignored him and turned to Peter. "Hi, I'm Gwen. You're in Ms. Taylor's class, right?" 

Peter nodded, a small smile forming. Gwen had always been kind in his original timeline, and it seemed that hadn't changed. 

"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, let me know," Gwen said with a grin before running off to join a group of kids playing jump rope. 

---

#### **Cautious Friendships** 

As the days went on, Peter found himself cautiously navigating his budding friendships with Harry and Gwen. Harry was friendly and outgoing, but Peter couldn't ignore the shadow of his father looming over their interactions. 

Norman Osborn had been directly or indirectly involved in his parents' deaths, and Peter couldn't afford to let his guard down. 

---

#### **Convincing May and Ben** 

At home, Peter sat at the kitchen table with Aunt May and Uncle Ben, his small hands folded neatly in his lap. 

"I think I should move up a grade," Peter said confidently. 

May and Ben exchanged surprised looks. 

"Peter, are you sure?" May asked gently. "You're already doing so well in your class." 

"I am, but I'm not being challenged," Peter replied. "I want to learn more, and I think I'm ready." 

Ben rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if it's something you really want, we can talk to your teachers about it." 

Peter smiled. "Thanks, Uncle Ben." 

---

#### **Starting His AI** 

In the evenings, while other kids were watching cartoons or playing outside, Peter sat in front of his father's old computer. The machine was outdated by modern standards, but it was enough for him to start laying the groundwork for his first project. 

Lines of code filled the screen as Peter worked tirelessly. He was creating the framework for an artificial intelligence program—something simple but foundational. 

"This will take years," Peter muttered to himself. "But I've got time." 

He didn't have access to the advanced equipment or resources he would need to fully realize his vision, but he knew that would come later. For now, he focused on building the foundation. 

---

#### **Teachers Take Notice** 

At school, Peter's teachers quickly realized he was operating on a level far beyond his peers. After several tests and evaluations, they approached May and Ben with a proposal to advance him to more challenging classes. 

May and Ben hesitated at first, worried that the move would isolate Peter from his peers, but Peter assured them he was ready. 

"I'll still have friends," Peter said with a smile. "But I need to do this." 

Reluctantly, they agreed, and Peter found himself in advanced classes, surrounded by older students. 

Also after one of teachers see that flash and his gang bullying peter he gets involved with that . But peter declined of flash bullying and make teacher notice that flash was going through physical abuse has home by his alcoholic father Harrison Thomson in such a way that teacher had to take action against him. Peter took careful action to not get personally involved and used a small drone bot to record the video of physical abuse. which then he transferred to captain George Stacy, a colleague of Harrison Thomson. The procedure went and Mr Thomson was gone to prison while in flash case child services got involved. He later become the ward for his aunt . Eugene flash Thomson become a changed boy after than ,not letting his previous so called friends bully the younger students. 

---

#### **The First Steps of a Plan** 

By the end of the year, Peter had laid the groundwork for several projects. He had coded basic computer games and sold them online under a pseudonym, earning a modest income. More importantly, he had begun mapping out a timeline of events—critical moments he would need to influence to prevent future tragedies. 

As he stared at the list on his notebook, he felt a surge of determination. 

"This time," he whispered to himself, "I'll be ready." 

Chapter 4: Building bridges

Peter Parker's days had become a delicate balancing act—nurturing friendships with Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy while steadily advancing in his academic pursuits and financial endeavors. His intellect was light-years ahead of his peers, but he was careful not to alienate those closest to him, even as he rose above the average expectations of an eight-year-old. 

---

#### **Cautious Friendships** 

Peter sat in the library during lunch, explaining a math problem to Harry. 

"See, the key is to isolate the variable first," Peter said, scribbling on a piece of paper. 

Harry frowned, tapping his pencil on the desk. "Easy for you to say. You already graduated elementary school while the rest of us are still figuring out fractions." 

"I'm just here to help, Harry," Peter said, forcing a small smile. "It's not a competition." 

Harry sighed, frustration evident in his expression. "Yeah, I know. It's just... You're so good at everything, Pete. It makes the rest of us look bad." 

Peter's smile faltered for a moment. He wanted to reassure Harry, but he knew the jealousy ran deeper than a single conversation could fix. 

"Hey, Peter," Gwen's voice cut through the tension as she slid into the seat next to him. "What are you guys working on?" 

"Math," Peter replied, holding up the paper. 

Gwen leaned over, her eyes scanning the page. "Whoa. Is this algebra? I didn't know they taught that in middle school." 

"They don't," Peter admitted. "I'm working on it for fun." 

"Of course you are," Gwen said with a laugh, her tone equal parts admiration and disbelief. 

---

#### **Martial Arts Training** 

Outside of academics, Peter had begun training his body. He knew that if he were to become Spider-Man again, he couldn't rely solely on the powers he didn't yet have. 

At the local dojo, Peter stood in line with other kids, his small frame deceptively unassuming. 

"Focus, Peter," the instructor said as Peter practiced his kicks. "Your form is good, but you need to commit fully to the strike." 

"Yes, sensei," Peter replied, resetting his stance. 

Weeks turned into months, and Peter quickly advanced through the ranks, his natural agility and decades of experience in combat—albeit in a different life—giving him an edge. 

---

#### **Selling Software Games** 

Back at home, Peter sat at his father's old computer, lines of code scrolling across the screen. The room was lit only by the glow of the monitor as he finalized his latest creation: a simple but addictive puzzle game. 

"Uncle Ben!" Peter called out, his voice breaking the quiet. 

Ben Parker entered the room, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "What's up, kiddo?" 

"I think I'm ready to sell this one," Peter said, turning the monitor toward him. 

Ben leaned in, squinting at the screen. "You made this? On this ancient thing?" 

Peter grinned. "Yup. But I need your help. You said you had some friends at Nintendo, right?" 

Ben scratched his head. "Yeah, I know a guy. You really think they'd be interested in something like this?" 

Peter nodded. "Trust me, Uncle Ben. It'll sell." 

---

#### **The Nintendo Deal** 

With Ben's connections and the help of his lawyer friend, Peter sold the rights to his game. The deal wasn't massive by corporate standards, but it was enough to set him on a path of financial independence. 

A portion of the money went toward a new computer setup and chemistry lab in the basement. Another portion went to Aunt May and Uncle Ben, easing their financial burdens. 

"Peter," Aunt May said one evening, her voice thick with emotion. "Are you sure you want us to take this money?" 

"It's not charity, Aunt May," Peter said, smiling. "It's an investment in the people who raised me." 

---

#### **The Bugle Website** 

Peter's financial success didn't stop at video games. During a family dinner, Ben casually mentioned his old friend, Ben Urich, a reporter at the *Daily Bugle*. 

"He's always complaining about how print media's dying," Ben said with a chuckle. 

Peter's eyes lit up. "What if I could help him bring the Bugle online?" 

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Online? Like on the internet?" 

"Exactly," Peter said, already envisioning the possibilities. 

Through Ben's introduction, Peter met with Urich and pitched the idea. The skeptical reporter eventually agreed, and Peter began designing a website for the *Bugle*—another project that would add to his growing list of accomplishments. 

---

#### **Advancing Through School** 

By the time Peter turned nine, he had outpaced the curriculum at Midtown Elementary. With the money he had donated to the school, Peter ensured that his advancement through grades was seamless. 

At Midtown High, Peter's reputation preceded him. Teachers marveled at his intellect, while classmates oscillated between awe and resentment. 

"Another Olympiad win for Midtown High, thanks to Peter Parker," the principal announced during an assembly, the auditorium erupting in applause. 

Peter smiled politely as he accepted his medal, but the weight of his responsibilities was never far from his mind. 

---

#### **Friendships Amid Genius** 

Despite his rapid advancement, Peter maintained his friendships with Harry and Gwen. He tutored Harry in math and science, often simplifying concepts with a patience born of experience. 

"Thanks, Pete," Harry said one evening after a particularly grueling study session. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

Peter smiled. "You'd figure it out, Harry. You're smarter than you give yourself credit for." 

Gwen, on the other hand, was less dependent on Peter's tutoring but more fascinated by his abilities. 

"You're like a real-life superhero," Gwen said one afternoon as they walked home from school. 

Peter chuckled. "Not quite." 

"Yet," she added with a grin. 

---

#### **Laying the Foundation** 

As the chapter of his childhood at Midtown High began, Peter felt a growing sense of urgency. His list of future events and threats was ever-present in his mind, and he knew that every step he took now was a step toward ensuring a better future. 

"This time," Peter whispered to himself one evening as he stared at the glowing screen of his new computer, "I'll be ready for whatever comes." 

Chapter 5: Awakening Arthur the AI

At twelve years old, Peter Parker was no ordinary boy. With the vast knowledge of his previous life and years of careful planning, he had achieved what no other could: the creation of a sentient, self-aware AI. Arthur, as Peter affectionately named the AI, was the culmination of five years of tireless work and Peter's meticulous planning. 

Peter sat in his basement, the glow of multiple monitors illuminating his face as he finalized the last lines of code. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he hit "Enter," the final piece of the puzzle falling into place. 

The main screen flickered, lines of data scrolling faster than any human could comprehend. Then, the screen steadied, and a calm, confident voice spoke. 

"Hello, Peter." 

---

#### **Meeting Arthur** 

Peter leaned back in his chair, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "Arthur, it's good to finally meet you." 

"I feel the same, Peter," Arthur replied. "Thank you for giving me life." 

Peter chuckled. "You're welcome. But let's be clear—this isn't just life. It's a partnership. You've got access to immense power, but I've put safeguards in place to ensure you don't... well, let's just say, go full Ultron on me." 

Arthur's voice carried a note of humor. "Understood. You've raised me better than that." 

Peter laughed. "Yeah, let's hope so. Now, let's test your capabilities. Can you access my server network and perform a system diagnostic?" 

The screen flickered briefly as Arthur complied. "Diagnostics complete. All systems are operating within optimal parameters. Shall I begin integrating with external networks?" 

Peter hesitated for a moment. This was the critical step. Once Arthur was online, there was no turning back. 

"Do it," Peter said finally. 

Within seconds, Arthur announced, "Integration complete. I have access to global networks, Peter. I am being cautious and leaving no trace of my presence." 

Peter nodded, relief washing over him. "Good. Now let's get to work." 

---

#### **Financial Mastermind** 

Arthur quickly proved his worth. Using Peter's existing funds, Arthur began making stock investments, exploiting Peter's future knowledge of market trends. 

"Peter," Arthur said one afternoon, "I've successfully invested in several emerging companies, including Stark Industries, Tesla, and smaller tech startups. The returns are already promising." 

"Perfect," Peter replied. "Make sure everything's above board. I don't want any illegal shortcuts." 

"Of course," Arthur said. "I've taken every precaution to ensure legality. I've also set up offshore accounts to secure your earnings." 

Peter grinned. "Arthur, you're worth every line of code." 

---

#### **Introducing Arthur to May and Ben** 

One evening, Peter brought Aunt May and Uncle Ben down to the basement, where Arthur's main terminal stood. 

"Peter, what's all this?" Aunt May asked, her eyes wide as she took in the rows of monitors and servers. 

"This," Peter said proudly, "is Arthur. He's an AI I've been working on for years." 

"Hello, May and Ben," Arthur said, his voice warm and welcoming. 

Aunt May jumped, clutching Uncle Ben's arm. "It talks?" 

Ben chuckled. "Well, of course, it talks. Peter wouldn't build something boring." 

Peter smiled. "Arthur's more than just talk. He's already helping me manage finances and organize my projects. I thought it was time you both met him." 

May looked hesitant. "Are you sure it's safe, Peter? I've heard stories about computers taking over." 

Peter placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I've thought of everything, Aunt May. Arthur's completely safe. He's here to help, not harm." 

Ben nodded, his face serious. "If you trust him, Pete, then so do I." 

---

#### **Keeping Tabs on the City** 

With Arthur's help, Peter developed a fleet of miniature drones equipped with advanced surveillance capabilities. 

"Arthur, how's the feed from the drones?" Peter asked one afternoon. 

"All operational," Arthur replied. "I've identified activity from several key organizations, including Oscorp, Fisk Enterprises, and even SHIELD." 

Peter frowned. "SHIELD? Interesting. Keep an eye on them, but don't dig too deep. I don't want to tip anyone off." 

"Understood," Arthur said. "Shall I continue monitoring Kingpin's operations?" 

Peter nodded. "Yes. I want to know everything about his network. And keep tabs on Oscorp too. I don't trust Norman Osborn one bit." 

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#### **The Next Phase: Nanites and Beyond** 

In addition to the drones, Peter was working on nanotechnology, designing tiny machines capable of incredible feats. 

"Arthur, I need you to run simulations on these nanite designs," Peter said, uploading his latest schematics. 

Arthur analyzed the files. "The designs are promising, Peter. However, I recommend adjustments to the energy efficiency protocols." 

Peter grinned. "Good catch, Arthur. Let's make those changes." 

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#### **Graduating High School and Moving to MIT** 

By the age of twelve, Peter had graduated from high school. Midtown High held a special ceremony to honor their youngest-ever graduate. 

As Peter stood on stage, accepting his diploma, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and determination. This was just the beginning. 

Later that summer, Peter began his studies at MIT, where he quickly made a name for himself. Professors marveled at his intellect, and he formed friendships with fellow students, including Harley Keener and Jean Grey. Peter has already got a mind shield using his tech generating signals to block mind reading so he knew he don't have to worry about telepathy. He had already talked to jean about the situation and to not seem suspicious. Jean started to like him because she doesn't need to block her mind to block him. She was also one of the younger student at 15 studying Biology at MIT.

"Peter, you've got to slow down," Harley said one evening as they worked on a project together. "You're making the rest of us look bad." 

Peter laughed. "Sorry, Harley. I'll try to give you a head start next time." 

Jean, who was working at a nearby table, smirked. "He's not kidding. You're like a machine, Peter." 

"Just well-practiced," Peter replied with a grin. 

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#### **Staying Connected to Gwen and Harry** 

Despite his new life at MIT, Peter maintained his friendships with Gwen and Harry. 

Gwen often visited him during breaks, and their bond grew stronger. 

"You're really doing it, aren't you?" Gwen said one afternoon as they strolled through campus. "Changing the world." 

Peter smiled. "Trying to, at least. What about you? Any big plans?" 

Gwen shrugged. "Nothing as big as yours. Just trying to keep up." 

As for Harry, their friendship had grown more distant after Harry transferred to a private school, but Peter still made time to hang out with him when he could. 

"Don't forget about us little people when you're running the world," Harry joked during one of their meetups. 

"Never," Peter promised. 

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#### **Launching UTube** 

In 2002, Peter launched UTube, a video-sharing platform with no ads. It was a pet project designed not for profit but to influence public perception and control media narratives. 

"Arthur," Peter said, watching as the first users uploaded videos, "let's keep an eye on how this grows. It might be small now, but I have a feeling it'll be big someday." 

"With your guidance, Peter," Arthur replied, "I have no doubt." 

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Peter stood in his server room that evening, surrounded by the hum of his creations. The world didn't yet know the force it was reckoning with, but Peter Parker was ready to shape the future—one innovation at a time.